Golden Earring

Going down that same old road, well, my head is gonna explode

I take a breath and I say a prayer, because God help me, I don't care

I burn bridges and concrete and steel, well, this machine is beginning to reel

It feels good before the impact and shock

It's the satisfaction of a chaotic stop

To all the questions hanging onto the air, I said, God help me, I don't care

Going down that same old road, well, I'm made nervous by a heavy load

I poison water and I poison the air, because God help me, I don't care

I broke down and fell asleep at the wheel, well, I hear the tires, they're beginning

to squeal